*i Have So Many Stories To Tell You (2.00) Poem by A Waltz For Zizi

Looking at you
from the other side of the street,
I always pretend not to see you
if you notice me.

Running after the same things,
we are somehow similar,
more than just being humans.

I write letters to you
on the back/bark of the trees
that bloom in the spring
in front of your house.

After you leave the park
I sit on the benches that are still warm,
I put my head on the lap of
where you were.

I take pictures of your footprints
and put them in frames on the walls of my room.
I walk behind you and inhale
the air that touches your lips.

I carry sandwiches with me, and when you eat
I eat too, from the distance,
pretending we're on a date.

I light bonfires and wave to you
pretending I'm Robinson Crusoe
and you Europe. I drink for the sole purpose
of having bottles in which to keep my promises.

I build wooden horses,
and leave them at your door,
pretending you are Helen of Troy.

I don't speak to others.I just nod.
I keep all my words, for you,
locked up, on the tip of this pen.

I sit on rooftops and watch the rain
kiss your shoulders, imagining I am the rain,
and sometimes

when you are not looking
I lay down on the ground behind you
and grasp the hand of your shadow.